Dreams

by Nearly but not quite   Jul 12, 2007


When I sleep
Why do I dream
Of blood and death?
Why not of love
Or life and happiness?
I try to fill my head
With butterflies
But they are all dead.

The voice in my head
Will not shut up,
Though I say it is not wanted
It will not leave.

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